The Moist Is Shoist

So much happened – in so little time…

Met a talking Chinese banana – who turned out to be Lady Murasaki…

Me and N8 made some new friends – and some new enemies…

Ate some oishii mango…

Found another rat in my room…

Still sleeping…

Said sayoonara to Japan-land in style…

Thanks to some friends, of course.

Came back to Oz and the Wizard of Wol setup a little Serpy soirée…

Went to Franga and hung with my dawgs

Unleashed my inner tradie…

And built a deck with Dad…

Played the most and realised my wurth…

And got back to my roots…

Let the Summer Rubbin’ begin!

$$$ave Those Dollar$$$

Had a killer little roof bbq session last night…

A few vegies from the supermarket and a few digitally discounted items
and we were eating like kings, on a peasants salary…

Yaki-niku Vs. Straight Vedge

And finished off with a couple of tasty little Whacko-Jackos…

Total cost: ¥275 each.

What Difference Does It Make?

Oh, The Devil will find work for idle hands to do…

Blast ‘Em

I made up a mess of zines last night, before sticker bombing with the boys…

And I’m off to Guam in a few hours. Why do I ~HATE~ my life…

Sensei No More

The nightmare is over and I have the roids to prove it…

Permanent Vacation!

Eastbound

And Down…

N88 found a sweet old bat in the rubbish, so we decided to make it our own…

I added some nice touches – including a Damn Fine Acronym…

Now we just have to christen it, I guess. Can you dig it?

Re-revenge

Before I left for Europe I caught/killed another rat,
who had decided my soap was tasty.

So, as the saying goes, while I was away these fuckers PLAYED…

Ripped plastic, shit and piss everywhere. On top of this ALL my clothes
had the good fortune of going mouldy-as-fuck.

It was like the set of some 28-days-later-apocalypse movie.
Possessions scattered everywhere, layers of dust, animal droppings
and even vines creeping in the windows.

Basically I had to wash everything made of fabric that I own, (which made
me realise that I have far, far too much of that shit) and covered the roof
of the Heights with my shitty clothes and bedding to dry out.

The score stands at: Rats – 2. Me – 2…

Fresh Ink

The weather finally turned. Sunny. Hot. Delicious.
As a result I’d been wearing singlets a lot and I was feeling a bit unbalanced.
Some new meat at the Heights knows a tattooist and got me some free ink time.
So, I thought fuck it. Love Jesus and FTW…

The humidity gives me a sweet Jewfro too.

River Rats

We decided to go for a Billy-Idol jam to the river.
Turns out we just missed some river rats in action…

You definitely don’t want one of those fuckers in your room…

They ain’t from the sea, but they’re still wet…

Strange Thrombotic Detection?

Christmas In July

Got some toys for tour.
Just gotta learn how to work them…